The world was silent, as if it was a stage for only one person.
This was Lu Xuanji's stage.
Lu Xuanji stood there, wanting to speak some flamboyant, pretentious words.
But his body trembled, his internal injuries were quite serious, and he forcibly stopped.
Under the forced eruption of the Ant Emperor Divine Form, although his combat power was strong, he himself was severely injured.
His face was pale without a trace of blood, sitting upright on the arena, beginning to recuperate.
Creation Magical Power was operating, repairing the body's injuries, the wounds were healing rapidly.
After about a quarter of an hour, Lu Xuanji stood up and shouted, "Who dares to fight me?"
Looking at those emperors of the Demon Race, his eyes were full of provocation.
The Golden Crow Clan Leader angrily said, "This junior is too presumptuous!"
The Kunpeng Clan Leader also said, "Indeed, this junior is too presumptuous, he should be killed!"
